The drinker with the writing problem...

BITTER QUEEN

High-rise fences in the mind

Attack and block and leave behind

Blurred prints on perfect porcelain

Where she will never let you in.

Can’t throw open gates of gold

And risk reopening scars of old,

Must sit content in solitude,

Whate’er you do, does little good.

She has thoughts in which to drown

To keep from ever looking down

At lowly mortals, struggling on,

She marches to a different song;

A sweet, rebellious affair

Leads to beliefs that she is heir

To all the Kingdom at her feet,

Now’s not the time for looking sweet.

The smile cracks, the teeth are bared

And secrets die before they’re shared.

She’s so afraid to lose her throne

She’ll push you, so she’s left alone.

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I shouldn't be allowed to write at 4am really...mostly because I'll read it in the morning and it won't be very good...